[She follows obediently, but her curiosity—her Fatal Flaw—keeps her from just hanging back politely. She immediately moves to examine the painting with interest, even if she can’t recognize what it might become.
Miu makes a small noise of disbelief, resting one hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow at Xichen, her expression and her tone accusing (albeit jokingly so)]
And you paint. Zewu-jun is there anything you can’t do well? How unfair!
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Miu makes a small noise of disbelief, resting one hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow at Xichen, her expression and her tone accusing (albeit jokingly so)]
And you paint. Zewu-jun is there anything you can’t do well? How unfair!